Swiftcurrent Creek witchlore

To feel hollow—it was an entirely different sensation in its own right. Was he sad? Surely. Mostly, he felt empty. The wraith that moved among the living—inserting himself from time to time only to watch the darkness of his touch cling to them, too.

“You always have a home here, Lestan,” he offered, his tone a quiet rumble. It wasn’t necessarily water under the bridge—the cousins had a rocky start to begin with, and near the end…

“Reverie told me what that healer did to her…” His tongue felt like sandpaper. “If I had known… I would never have considered his offer….”

Had he known, the likeliness of the healer leaving the creek in one piece would have been a miracle. “I’m sorry. I was worried about you both, and I put trust in someone I never should have.”